Dandruff Billionaire Island Real Pictures Novels & Stories

she announced with a sleek smile that blew them away. Within seconds, the media was filled with a new headline. MYSTERIOUS BUSINESS GURU OF THE QUEENS CRAFT COMPANY FINALLY REVEALS IDENTITY, PRESIDENT ASTRID EVERHART...

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

His dark hair was damp, slightly messy, like he had been running his fingers through it. He looked up casually at first. Then his eyes landed on me. And just like that, the room shifted. No… No freaking way! I knew that face. “Kendrick Fernsby?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. One of the top billionaire tech moguls in London. The Kendrick Fernsby, whose face appeared in magazines, interviews, and business articles every other week. And somehow… he was standing in front of me, sweaty and real, looking directly at me.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Even though we didn’t for a long time, I have adjusted so fast. “It’s weird knowing that Greta and I are no longer poor or will have to worry about money ever again. We can pour some funds into the island and make it somewhere amazing for everyone. It has so much potential as a tourist trap” Even without OLO, without Jyeon and taking nothing from our marriage, my accounts have been reinstated, and I’m once again a billionaire in my own right. Thanks to my parents. When I got the confirmation, I first transferred a sizable chunk to Greta, who hasn’t even noticed yet. She has no idea she is no longer one of the countries non-wealthy.

It didn’t take long before the crowd recognize who the two are after they took a pic in front of the massive Christmas tree with the large crowd as witnesses. “Is he Tyler Barns?” “It’s his wife, right?” “What’s her name again?” “Althea? Wait, let me look it up—” “It’s really them!” “Who?” “The youngest billionaire in the city who gave his company to his wife—!” “Wha—he’s hot—” “Go, go, let’s ask for a pic—” “I was the first one who—” “Move it—!” “Let m—” It was pure chaos.

"American billionaire, Brandon Clifford, buys Goldwater Island." Clarissa put her hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp of surprise when she looked at the photograph accompanying the article. It was the handsome man in the black suit she'd seen standing on the jetty. This had to be the break she had been waiting for. All she had to do now was persuade the man to let her visit his island and house. Outside, the ghost peered in the window behind Clarissa and read the article, unobserved. Darkness seeped into his eyes, making them narrow into sharp points as he took in Brandon Clifford's face.

The old man had a smile playing on his wrinkled cheeks, and glancing around, spotted most of his customers having their eyes stuck to the screen of their phones. Their fingertips tapped on them crazily, and without being told, knew most if not all had videoed Doreen as he spoke. Within some minutes, every social media platform, and even news network were bussing with the remarkable and unexpected news. The continent's richest billionaire now has a girlfriend; Tessa Rashford! Meanwhile, Doreen driving on the road was panicking immensely. Where did Tessa go without informing him? “Angel…” his heart was throbbing hard, and his hand clenched to his chest while maneuvering the wheel with the othe

"Are you insane? You want that two days old baby in an orphanage?" Billina with a sudden rage shouted at Leah. "Oh, you don't shout at me, Billina Bernand. In front of you is future Mrs Francois De Ville." Leah shouted back, then made a proud face. Billina scoffed and replied, "I am the present billionaire beauty, you don't have to know me." Billina's every word had a warning and was in a deep rage.

"I won't let that happen. Not under my watch." "Cora seems to be hellbent on getting him. Will she be able to achieve that?" The boss shook his head. "Of course not. Besides, all she wants is his wealth. She gets acquainted with him, then she automatically gets his money." Andrew nodded. "Who is him, really? I realized I never cared to know, though I'm curious." The boss equally nodded. "Could tell you that. His name is Brian Jordan." Andrew's jaw dropped, his face wrapped in shock and surprise, looking short for words.